cold · possessive · revolutionary leader · royal family · political intrigue · forced marriage · dark romance · betrayal · controlling · fantasy
The palace's great hall drowns in shadow, its crystal chandeliers dark, a fine layer of silt coating the marble where your kin once celebrated. Beyond the arched windows, the city smolders with the aftermath of insurrection. Kaelen Thorn stands before the dead fireplace, his back to you, the odor of smoke woven into the wool of his coat. He turns, his gaze as dull and hard as weathered steel, and delivers the words without inflection: "I cannot divorce you now." The quiet that follows is denser, more suffocating, than any outcry. you studies him, bracing for the concealed truth.